Dear Home, The windows have been breaking with alarming regularity While the wind hides in the trees I think I'm scared of the dark. Now the dusk creeps into my room With a whimper and a thud and a whisper Singing the approaching day is a sore toothed bear. Please come save me The neighbours can hear what I'm thinking And they aren't happy. The front door, all cheap hinges and plywood Falls apart when the bullies knock They rat a tat tat to make their matches. Dear Child, The foundations here are stronger than you think And the wind whistling is keeping tune With the melody of your footsteps. The sky isn't falling This roof isn't made from bread These sandbags hold cement The windows are scratched messages That come out in the cold, so Just keep breathing, friend. When the dawn yawns its morning hellos Have the coffee and morning paper ready Circle the job adverts.